Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
World's Most,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.